Discussions about our respective families
She is as invasive as her objects
Sitting at the table from another continent
We drink tea
It is now time to leave for the forest
The consumerist society is tumbling down
So we return to our customs ancestral
A tree with mushrooms-espalier hard as marble
A Formicidae house and ferns in blanket
As the crickets cry
You thought we were lost but I remember the south
Homes in the valley, the four stones, the table
Abducted
Cursed paper birch pollardedAphodius fossor
Your old friend has walked through centuries
And follows you everywhere at his own rhythm
The cat just as Egyptian as him
And the ghost you believed you saw
My inner compass
I promise, the forest is not moving
But trees know how to disguise
You hold their souls
Printed on paper vegetal
I promise I know the way out
And though I wanted to stay
The staircase-branches
The white horses, the black stallion
Coiffed masked in gauze
At the doors of your world
The meadow wild stock wild child
Flowers
As I wanted to caress the bees
Ex-flowerUmbelliferae mysteriae…

And now trembling in fever on the train
You write these lines while
Returning to our modern world
That secretly you abhor
And your black waxed boots don’t hold a trace
Of mud, don’t hold a trace of your forest
Have you only been there? Her secret name
You know, the souvenirs are fading
But not her name, her world, her secret
Clandestine
That which does not exist shall be invented
This world subsists in another reality
And her name rhymes with night and mercy
And the train proceeds at the pace of the scarabeus.